nothing is more exactly terrible than

nothing is more exactly terrible than
to be alone in the house,with somebody and
with something)
                           You are gone.    there is laughter

and despair impersonates a street

i lean from the window,behold ghosts,
                                                               a man
hugging a woman ina park.    Complete.

and slightly(why?or lest we understand)
slightly I am hearing somebody
coming up stairs,carefully
(carefully climbing carpeted flight after
carpeted flight.    in stillness,climbing
the carpeted stairs of terror)

and continually i am seeing something

inhaling gently a cigarette(in a mirror